tim dog fuck compton Lyrics

Oh s___ m_____fuckas step to the rear and cheer
'Cause Tim Dog is here
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
And talk about a bullshit city
Talking about n____z from Compton
They're no comp and they truly ain't stomping
Tim Dog a black man's task
I'm so bad I'll whip Superman's a__
All you suckers that rif on the West Coast
I'll dis and spray your a__ like a roach
Ya think you're cool wit your curls and your shades
I'll roll thick and you'll be yelling raid
One hard brother that lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey, yo Eazy
f___ Compton

(Why you dissing Eazy?)
'Cause the boy ain't s___
Chew him with tobacco, an' spit him in s___
I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool wit Ice T
But NWA ain't s___ to me
Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up
Step to the Dog and get f___ed up
I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic
And I'm kicking ballistics
Having that gang war
We want to know what you're fighting for
Fighting over colors?
All that gang s___ is for dumb m____fuckas
But you go on thinking you're hard
Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed
Take your jeri curls, take your black hats
Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping
Well I'm from the South Bronx
f___ Compton

Tim Dog and I'm the best from the East
And all this Compton s___ must cease
So keep your eyes on the prize and
Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's not wise
You really think that you can rhyme
Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine
Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning
And you'll really be a hundred miles and running
You wanna play go ride in a sleigh
I'm so large I f___ Michel le'
In the bathroom we was boning
You shoulda heard how the b____ was moaning
Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do
Shut the f___ up b____, you can't sing
Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing (f___ you)
I'm the man at hand to run the band
That's in command
You know who the f___ I am
Tim Dog, what's my m____fucking name
Tim Dog, that's my m____fucking game
So whether you think that I'm just a myth
That riff, the lift, the gift, the if, the fifth'
The shift, the spliff, that's in control, to hold
To fold, to bold and make an ache and take and fake
Wooh! and I'm still too great

f___ Compton